Welcome to Living in a Bookworld, which basically is a blog full of what else but books. Here, you can find and read reviews about books from the young adult, fiction and not, and sometimes the adult section. Also, every month is going to be dedicated to an author or two. You will be able to see the new books that come out every week as well. Let the book journey begin!

When Cassie agrees to
go on a date with her gorgeous new neighbor, she doesn’t expect the night to
end with a glimpse into eternity. Within twenty-four hours she discovers not
only are young women being brutally murdered around her beloved town, but an
ancient evil is using her new neighbor like a puppet to do the killing.

Knowing the police
won’t believe her without solid proof, she makes it her mission to find the
evidence they need. Add to that how her cat has started talking to her, along
with seeing ghosts around town, and it’s no surprise that she’s beginning to
question her sanity.This is the first book in the New Sight Series - paranormal series about a
young woman whose eyes are opened to the hidden world around her and her
compulsion to help the dead seek answers and justice.

Imaginatively entertaining with light humor and a quickening pace, C. L.
Clark’s interesting new twist on paranormal fantasy is a book series that
readers will not want to pass up.

The water is a perfect lapis lazuli blue
as it ripples out from my body. It is so peaceful that I feel myself wanting to
close my eyes and float along, maybe even drift off to sleep. It would be so
easy. My body feels warm and weightless and free. Turning my head just a little
to the right, I can see the darker strings radiating out from my body. I know
it’s my blood changing the color of the peaceful pool, but I can’t quite bring
myself to care. I feel better here, nothing hurts, and time seems to have
slowed down to a gentle lapping.“Cas!
Look at me!” That’s Allie. She’s trying to get my attention from the side
of the pool. She sounds stressed. She should slip into the water, too. I try to
tell her that the water’s fine, which makes me smile. Isn’t that what everyone
always says? Come on in, the water’s fine! Except, my mouth won’t work and when
I try to make a sound I gurgle on something thick and coppery.

I move my head again, as slow and
careful as I can this time because something is starting to hurt and it’s
trying to take my peace away. I turn my eyes toward where I’m sure she’s
standing. She’s there on the side watching me with her concerned eyes. No, not
concerned, more like intense. She always has an intense stare. She can’t help
it, she’s a cat.

“That
is right, Cas, watch me,” Allie says in her soothing way, except she can’t
really talk. It’s actually her voice in my head. I’m not some crazy cat lady or
anything, I promise. I can tell that she’s nervous because she keeps moving her
front paws like she’s impatient and wants to run. “Now try to make your way over here, okay?”

Doing my best to not focus on anything
but her, I move my left hand a bit and try to move my feet without dunking my
face under the water and drowning myself. That’s no easy task, trust me. I have
to fight the urge to just stay and relax in the water. The effort it takes to
get to the side of the pool seems like more than I can handle, but I have to
focus because I know Allie hates me being in the water. It’s not the water
exactly that bothers her so much. I know that, but for some reason I can’t
quite remember why that is.

Just as I think to ask her, I notice
that her eyes change and she starts hissing at me. That’s confusing me because
she never hisses at me. Then I feel something brush my leg in the water and I
all of a sudden remember that it’s what’s in the water that Allie hates.

Meet Cassiopeia Brant

Hello there!

So, first things first, please call me
Cassie.I’m kind of weird about my name
and it gets embarrassing having to explain it, so Cass or Cassie is just
easier.I think I’m pretty average, as
far as twenty-four year old girls go at least.I can be a little sarcastic, especially when I fall into defensive mode,
but generally I keep things light-hearted and happy.My friend Marcie says that I wear romantic
colored glasses and want to believe for the best, but tend to secretly prepare
for the worst - particularly when it comes to guys and my pathetic love
life.I would roll my eyes right now,
except I know she’s kind of right, so I’ll leave that one alone.

I grew up on the west coast, but as soon as
I got my Associates degree from the local city college I hit the open highway
in my almost-ancient Honda and headed for a big city on the east coast.Yeah, except I never got there.I thought that’s what I wanted when I decided
to remake my life, but when my poor old car broke down in Kensington Falls,
well, it felt too much like home to keep going.Who knew I’d find what I was looking for in a town smaller than the one
I grew up in?

I live with my awesome cat, Allie.She’s this cute black and white cow print and
she’s full of opinions and comments on just about everything.She has a different meow or sound for every
emotion or strange thing I do.No, I’m
not a crazy cat lady.It’s me and her
and old movies - I guess that’s that romantic side that Marcy mentioned.I also work for Artie Goodwin, the best boss
ever and eventually I’ll finish my training to become an investigator for his
insurance company - I think I’m going to be pretty good at it, too.Until then, I’ve got Chai tea, good friends,
and a crazy kind of town.At the moment,
my love-life stinks, but there’s hope on the horizon because the most gorgeous
guy I have ever laid eyes on just moved into the apartment complex and I think
he likes me.Oh man those eyes!

{To see where things lead and how
crazy life can get, not to mention where the demanding ghosts come in, please
read “Opening the Veil” and really get to know Cassie}

About the Author

C. L. Clark has been a lifetime resident of the
Twilight Zone – seeing every day occurrences and banal objects through slightly
skewed, dark, and creepy glasses. The question usually on her mind is “What
if?” followed by any number of strange ideas which quickly become stories that
must be shared.
When asked about where her story ideas come from, she usually smiles
mischievously and remarks, “My fingers have a mind of their own.” Often found
peeking under rocks, wandering through graveyards, and poking her nose into
abandoned haunted houses, she has a particular love for black cats, breaking
mirrors, and running with scissors.